Heron

Another week.

Out walking this morning I got buffetted by the wind which seemed to spring up with the express purpose of turning my umbrella inside out. A couple of heavy squalls left my lower half wet. When I got back to the house, a heron cruised overhead, struggling slightly against the wind. Herons often seem to use our shoulder of the hill as a short cut, avoiding the town, and enabling them to get from one river valley to the next.